(hidden scrolling) - Ament is not good. Regardless of all appearances within the clan. How friendly- curious- he appears to be, he’s not. Really truly. Maybe once, he could have been. A different universe, if he had— a lick of sense. An ounce to pierce the savage instinct that rages inside of him. But now- here? In a world where animals do nothing but use logic to reason their misdoings, Ament is not privy to- does not have such an excuse. He is characterized— defined by the one thing that every animal, feral or logical alike cannot control.

He does not try to either. He may be feral and he may not have the ability to perceive self as I, but he has his own personality and it is that he will not be cowed by the shame of someone else’s will trying to curb something uncontrollable. ament does not care for a reason or logic: if someone hurts him, he bites; if someone is afraid, he hunts them like the prey they are; and if someone hurts pack, well- they better learn how to hide, and hide well quickly.

Because Ament only has to catch them once.

(Somewhere in the base of logic, the concept of mercy lies. And, well, it is not something ament has ever understood)

He finds companions with his sisters. They are alike- they are pack, and he follows them faithfully. But within the clan even where he is born- he is raised -  he is still an outsider for his lack of logic- for his inability to understand. It's not like he doesn't try- gods does he: by trying to mimic their speech; try to figure out the meaning of border- of friends of enemies. But they look at him and they wonder what is wrong. They see something that needs to be controlled and he hates that. Hates how they seem cowed in the silver of fear that they think they know how to hide- but they don't- a preditor always knows. It rubs him raw- angry and savage. He wants to bite them- hunt them mercilessly.

He knows the difference between them is not only this... barrier. But he doesn't care for it- doesn't care for them. Not now- not until they proove a relivance- either to relieve boredome or somthing to catch his attention- something interesting. But they do not bother- they agitate him with their fear and so he leaves them alone, he follows his sister's and meerly observes. So he knows Pincher, if not by name then by the way that other's bend to his will, he is the group's alpha. but he is not Ament's alpha.

Owen and pincher seem on edge around the other- and their own emotions make ament more restless when he nears, but he does see why- there is another presence here. Much bigger than him- much stronger than him. the tempreature around it s almost repelling, but ament has ractice with extrematies, Mother's own body is cold as ice and the sun soaked beach can sometimes be scortching, but not like this. It speaks of fire and ash, and it locate's it's prey with clicks that are only fimiluar when Ament receeds too deeply into a cave.

But it's eyes- they are wild and they are feral. AMent is ingrossed into it- caught in it's gaze- maybe not seen- not yet. But he doesn't bother to hide either, his tail sways in excitement- finally someone else- someone who clicks and sings and might understnad. AMent does not percive fear like the rest of the crew, and instead he echo's the Marsella's call with his own. If she chases he will run, but maybe- he can gather her attention and see something beside prey- maybe she can see potential in him as he does in her.

Let it be known that Ament is not cowwed by fear- but rather, the thrill of discovery.

DELTA

female ✦ the typhoon ✦ raptor squad

Where Owen was, Delta was almost guarunteed to be close by, and the pale green utahraptor did not take kindly to threats. That, and potential challengers who could chase her and her sisters out of this territory.

And Marsella was unfortunate enough to fall under both categories, the beta letting out a loud screech as she approached, tail whipping back and forth in anger and sickle claws tapping as she came to a stop in front of the large creature, head held high and tail raised, establishing dominance. That this was her territory, and if Marsella was wise enough, to leave now.

Delta was more cautious than her sisters, preferring not to get into fights and risking injuries unless she had to. It wasn't the lack of confidence she couldn't win, more she didn't want to end up injured or seen as weak by her sisters. Blue probably would've already attacked by now, any of her sisters, really. For now, she waited for any sign of movement, sickle claws tapping in anticipation as aggressive purring could be heard. Especially since this was a larger creature, one even she would struggle with handling by herself.

The roar was what set her off, a feral screech could be heard from the previously-still raptor as she charged, claws extended and jaws open as she attempted to dig sharp claws into the larger creature's chest, raking them down in an attempt to clamp her jaws around [member=2313]MARSELLA[/member] 's neck. With unfamiliar creatures, the neck was always a good place to try when going to attack, Delta had learned, with her time here in the Typhoon. Hopefully, this was the correct decision.